Lina paced her bedroom, her hand clutching the phone tightly. Her cheek still stung from Damian’s slap the night before, and her nerves were frayed after his outburst with the gun. She couldn’t stop shaking, the memory of the shot fired into the ceiling replaying in her mind.“Damian has lost it,” she muttered under her breath. “He’s going to ruin everything.”She paused, taking a deep breath before dialing a number she never thought she’d use. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the buttons, and the ringing on the other end made her stomach twist with unease.Finally, the call connected, and a deep, cold voice answered.“This is Lucas.”Lina hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “Lucas, it’s Lina,” she said, her voice softer than usual.There was a pause on the other end before Lucas responded, his tone amused. “Well, well. Lina. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Damian,” Lina said quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “He’s… he’s coming for you.”*****Luca
Damian paced in his study, his heart pounding in his chest. his father’s words, Lina’s smugness, and the image of Aurora haunted him. His hands shook as he grabbed the decanter of whiskey on his desk and poured himself a drink.The glass shattered against the wall moments later, the fiery liquid dripping down like blood.“I can’t take this anymore,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His mind was a storm of rage and frustration.He opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a sleek black gun. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw clenched. He had played his father’s games long enough.It was time for answers.*****Confrontation******The grand hall was quiet when Damian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the floors. His father and Lina were seated in the parlor, their conversation halting when they saw him.“Damian,” his father said, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”Damian didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his expression cold and unre
The morning was tense, the heavy air of the mansion seeming thicker than usual. Damian sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey despite the early hour. He didn’t care about appearances anymore. His thoughts were consumed by Aurora and the fight with Lina the night before.His peace didn’t last long. The heavy sound of boots echoed in the hallway, and then the door slammed open.“Damian!” a deep, commanding voice roared.Damian didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His father’s voice was unmistakable, sharp and filled with authority that demanded obedience.“What are you doing here?” Damian asked coldly, setting the glass down and leaning back in his chair.His father stepped inside, his towering figure casting a shadow across the room. He was a man of power, with broad shoulders and a stern face that seemed carved from stone. His presence was suffocating.“You think I wouldn’t come?” his father growled, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Lina called me.”Damian’s jaw tightened. “I sh
The mansion was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. Damian stood in the study, his back to the door, staring at the large map spread across the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the table, his thoughts far away.Aurora’s face haunted him.He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. How had she been there? Who had brought her? The questions swirled in his mind, filling him with anger and frustration.The door creaked open behind him, and Lina’s voice broke the silence.“Damian,” she said sweetly. “Are you in here sulking again?”He didn’t respond.Lina stepped inside, her emerald gown swishing softly as she walked toward him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers curling against his suit. “You’ve been like this since the wedding,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?”Damian shrugged her hand off, his movements sharp. “Don’t touch me,” he said coldly.Lina blinked, her smile faltering. “Excuse me?”“I said, don’t touch me,” Da
Aurora couldn’t sleep that night. The walls of her small room felt like they were closing in, and the events of the evening played over and over in her mind. Lucas’s cruel words echoed in her ears, but it was her own defiance that scared her the most.She had spoken back to him. She had challenged him.And she had survived for now.The house was silent, the kind of quiet that made her skin crawl. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the moonlight streaming through the barred window. Her fists were clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles white.A sudden knock on the door made her jump.“Aurora,” a maid whispered from the other side. “Come quickly.”Aurora’s heart raced as she opened the door. The maid’s face was pale, her eyes darting nervously down the hallway.“What’s wrong?” Aurora asked, her voice trembling.“Lucas is in the cellar,” the maid said hurriedly. “He told the staff to stay away, but… I heard things. Voices. Someone is with him.”Aurora frowned. “Someone? Who?”“
The ride back to Lucas’s house felt endless. Aurora sat stiffly in the corner of the carriage, her hands shaking. She tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping he wouldn’t speak to her.But Lucas didn’t need to say anything. His silence was worse. She could feel his cold eyes on her, watching her every move, and it made her stomach twist in fear.When the car finally stopped, Lucas stepped out first. Then, without a word, he reached inside and grabbed Aurora’s arm.“Get out,” he snapped, his grip tight.Aurora stumbled out of the carriage, trying to keep up as he dragged her up the stone steps to the house.“Lucas, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.“Walk faster,” he growled. “You’ve embarrassed me enough for one night.”His words made her flinch, but she said nothing. She just let him pull her through the large front doors. The servants in the hall didn’t look at her. They bowed their heads and stepped aside as Lucas stormed past, dragging Aurora with him.They wen